It's just, isn't it a wind word, how did it become the world?

"The king is by no means a simple person, no matter how warm he is after entering the palace, you must remember that the emperor's family has no feelings!" Seven years ago, the words that my father had said before entering the palace were remembered in my ears, but they were like a long wind in a cold night, so that people couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

She pretended to look at his scar in distress, stroked it gently, and vaguely felt that there was a faint wind mark under this scar, but if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see it.

Su Chong still had a warm and smiling face, just silently brushed her fingers away, placed them on his waist, and looked at the water in her eyes, he suddenly had the impulsive idea of taking her into his arms, and he did so, and said in a sand voice: "No matter how painful it was at the beginning, now it has long been unconscious, and sometimes I will think of the things of the past, and then look back, no matter how difficult it is now, I will go on!"

"Well, I understand!" she meekly smeekly wore into his warm, hard arms. But his heart sneered at what he said, and secretly thought to himself, if you are difficult, then wouldn't it be even more difficult for the people of the world to be in dire straits?

Su Chong coughed, scratched her nose, slowly hooked the corners of her mouth, and silently burst into a warm smile, and the sharp black eyes earlier were now unusually deep and gentle: "You won't understand, you should go to Changjin City, Changjin Duohaojie, there is an eternal undefeated Su Chong." ”

She was slightly startled and asked, "Su Chong...... Aren't you, Your Majesty?"

"In Qingzhou, the Lone King is just a conqueror, but in Changjin, the Lone King is a hero and a hero!" he didn't say much, and after saying this, he moved down with her body, squinted and fell asleep. Yes, those old scars are like wheat rays, always inadvertently piercing the tip of his heart, causing bursts of unbearable pain.

The night was deep, and most of the people who were happy or stunned had already fallen asleep, and the white bird hid in Su Chong's arms like a person, with her head down, half of her head buried in the quilt, a face that was originally arrogant or glamorous, but now it has become unfazed, she is so quiet, until Su Chong's originally somewhat disordered breathing has stabilized, she slowly opened her eyes, the eyes suddenly became solemn, her fingers rested on the words on his chest, the corners of her lips were filled with a cold smile, and she read coldly in her heart: " Don't you think about the world, the most taboo thing in the world is the disaster and the red face, your king!"

Closing her eyes, her mind was still the scene when she had just had a good time, the shame made her sick, the spring tent was cold, her body was tightly curled up, like a frozen bird, looking lifeless, but still a little muscle, shaking her wings, waiting for a flight when it warmed up.

This is the first time she has stayed with Su Chong for so long, from dark until the early hours of the morning when the hall is about to dawn, Su Chong's hands trembled, Bai Ji was also slightly startled, she looked up at him, his handsome face was vaguely imprinted with a trace of sorrow, and his rough eyebrows wrinkled for no reason, she couldn't help but snort, are you also worried about your so-called eternal emperor in your sleep, or ...... The dragon chair that wants to plan the world is too unstable.